Open letter from little Zainab

January 10, 2018
Tatheer Islam

By Tatheer ul Islam

Dear world, 

I am Zainab. I am seven years old. I was the eighth child of my parents. I live in Kasur. I was assaulted by beasts in human garb who murdered me mercilessly.

He said to me he will offer me my favorite candies and will take me to the rides and swings which I like so dearly. I remember he bought me some candies. I am most thankful to him. It was so yummy in taste.

But, soon afterwards, I do not know what happened that the man who I trusted as my father became the most loathsome entity. He later dumped at a garbage point. I was dreading lest some stray dogs rend my lifeless body.

And, thankfully, I was rescued. Now, I am taking rest at my grave. I am at peace now at last. It was just some moments that I felt myself being dragged on tenterhooks. I feel immensely relieved.

Lying in my grave, I remember my father say that he enjoys my giggles the most. He says to me, “It is a great feeling to make my little doll laugh.” I burst into a pensive smile on this thought.

Little as I am, little are my dreams and desires. I like beautiful flowers of all colors especially red ones. Everyone who I meet especially my parents say that I am like flower. I ask them how I am flower. They say I am as tender and lovely as a red rose.

I say to mother I like colors. I demand them to buy me pencil colors. I like to play with colors. I draw pictures and color them.

In my dreams, I see myself as princess as my mother calls me her princess. I have never seen any princess in my short life. But, my pink dress which my father bought on previous Eid always made me feel as though I am a princess.

Now, the pitched dark of the grave is upsetting me. I remember my mother who used to ask me if she wanted to get something from my father. She said to me, “You are daddy’s little girl. His hearts softens as he looks at you.”

My father used to raise me in his most protective hands. When, I walked by him, he used to hold my hand in his firm and reassuring grip.

My father’s words echoes in my mind, “My child you sparkle and illumine where you go.” I know my father used to utter such words to soothe and console me.

My father calls me his doll. He bought me several beautiful dolls as I like to play with them. He adored me like nothing else in this world. He used to smile at me with love, “Ever since you were born, you continue to snuggle in my heart.”

I used to create my own fairytales as I run about from room to room of my house. It was like light breeze when I came out of my house. My father used to run after me to save me any injury.

But, I dread for other little innocent girls who fun and frolic in streets as beasts are everywhere. These stone-hearted  beasts are  the biggest threat to the peace of parents. Alas, I cannot do anything as I watch my parents shed tears on me.

I ask them to have patience as my God has made me a real princess in paradise.